Time to Die

‘Crafty cow,’ Je

Chapter Twenty-Three

The recent spring weather seemed a dim memory as the wind threatened the newly formed buds of the elm trees lining the path into the park. Je

She couldn’t leave it a minute longer. She had to try to make contact in whatever way she could.

As the wind howled through the chain-linked swings it felt as if she was the only person alive. Je

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she relaxed her limbs, searching the darkness for a face. She blinked, pushing visions of Will to the back of her mind, wishing he wasn’t such a distraction. Her breathing grew shallow as she focused on what appeared to be a fuzzy tu

While I nodded, gently napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door, his voice whispered in the darkness.

‘Who are you?’ Je

The thought returned felt razor sharp. You come knocking on my door and you ask me who I am?

‘You have made yourself known to me prior to this, so I would argue it is you knocking on my door,’ Je

Why I’m Raven of course.

Je

Maybe, maybe not, a faint echo of laughter, carried with a layer of dark intent.

‘What do you want, Raven? Tell me, perhaps I can help …’

You’ll find out soon enough. But do not come to me uninvited again …

Je

Je

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Je

Will squinted at the label, although she knew he hadn’t a clue about wine. ‘Thanks. This … er … looks good. I hope you’re hungry. Don’t worry about the mess, I’ll clean up in a minute.’

‘Don’t be daft, you don’t need to apologise to me,’ Je

‘Thanks, it smells delicious,’ she said, sniffing the curry and jasmine rice bubbling on the stove. ‘Do you want to talk about the case, or is this a work-free zone?’